An Ontario mother got an anonymous letter that said (among other things) that her autistic son was disgusting, retarded, a nuisance, and she should euthanize him.

Let me repeat that. A ‘mother’ told another mother that she should euthanize her son.

The picture was tweeted, and has been retweeted thousands of times since Monday. This has made Canadian news, and I hope it makes the news here in the U.S. and across the world.

I have a message for this ‘mother’. Are you ready for this?

Dear Ms./Mrs. One Pissed Off Mother,

You do not deserve to be a Parent. You shouldn’t be caring for anything – even a houseplant. ‘Mother’ is not an appropriate term for you. ‘Inhuman monster’ is better suited for people like you.

A Parent is is an important position of respect. A parent teaches their children how to thrive. A parent does more than make sure the child has food, water, and shelter; they teach their children how to become a part of their community. They teach their children how to exist in society. That means being tolerant of other people.

Have you ever heard the word ‘tolerant’? It means that you understand that every person deserves respect. Every person deserved to be treated with fair, decent respect. That isn’t dependent on gender, color, creed, sexuality, and physical or mental states. That means that everyone deserves to lead a healthy, happy life.

You are not teaching your children these things. You are teaching your children how to hate. That isn’t what a mother does. That’s what a monster does. And you know what? That is exactly how the planet now sees you. As the monster you are.

No child deserves to be treated in the manner which you proposed. You say he is loud. He makes noise. Well, if you were a Mother you would know that EVERY CHILD MAKES NOISE. Maybe we should euthanize your children because they make noise too.

Oh, is that the only reason? Or is it that you are afraid of what you don’t understand?

Why didn’t you just ask? Are you so afraid that you can’t ask anyone about autism? A doctor? A Psychologist? Or – GASP!- The child’s mother?

If you are raising your children to behave like described in this letter, then I pity them. I feel so sorry that they are forced to have a ‘mother’ like you. There’s one other thing that I am sure you’ve noticed by now.

You are now globally known. You, your significant other, and your children must live your entire lives knowing that you are a terrible person. I really hope that you can grow and change as an individual. I hope that you can learn to accept everyone, no matter hoe different they are from you. I hope that your children can grow up to be good people. I hope that you can learn to be a better person.

Remember this: nobody deserves to be treated as described in the letter. Nobody deserves to be hidden from society. Nobody deserves to be killed for being different.

Today we are painting the downstairs bathroom! After, oh, ten years or so it needs a good change! 🙂

Our home improvements sometimes take a while because of budgets and limited manpower. We already put in the new vanity and sink, and now is a pretty green for the walls! We are going a more natural route, with plans for a natural stone tiled shower… At some point! I wanted to break away from the typical blue bathroom for a soothing, unique feeling.

I guess it is apparent by now that it was my job to choose the color scheme.

We have been talking about the shower for a while, planning and such. We had to decide what color would tie into the natural theme of the bathroom without throwing the same color everywhere.

We have just started painting, so here is a picture or two! More to come when it is finished!

My family has horses. We used to have many more, but right now there are three: Two mares and a stallion. They are permanent installments in our daily lives. Many people don’t understand how much care it takes to keep horses. They see rich people on television board their horses (which is very expensive!). This has it’s advantages, but it also portrays that keeping horses is a walk in the park; all reward with no work. In the real world, the horses are your entire life – the work has to be done every day without fail.

That made it hard for me growing up because it was painstakingly obvious that I couldn’t do the things other kids did. I have never been on a vacation where the whole family could attend. We came close once time. I was about twelve. The down side was that my father had to stay at the house at care for the animals. It was wonderful, but I always wondered about my peers who went to myrtle beach every year, or camping, or so on. The other side of it is that I love my home, I love my family, and I love my life. It is the only place I *almost* fit in. The horses, the work, it all made me who I am.

Every year we pack 600 bales of hay in the barns. This feeds the horses the entire year. Sometimes we even have a couple left over when we start the new batch. In the spring we supplement the hay with fresh cut grass. The horses love it! They would eat it like candy if we let them. (Don’t, btw. It makes them sick. 😛 )

This year had been wet. It rained nearly every day for over a month. Not constantly, but enough so the ground couldn’t dry. For the hay farmers, that meant that they cut hay very, very late. Normally we would have the whole batch in by now, or close to it. However, we are just getting started. About 1/4 of the way done.

Horse hay is difficult because it cannot be moldy. It has to be cut and dried in the fields, then fluffed and baled. If it is rained on, it is trashed. Then it is just cow hay. Cows can eat musty hay, but it will make horses very, very sick. That’s why the farmers waited so long to cut their fields. The crop would be trashed otherwise.